I wasn’t looking
as I tried to cross the street
and suddenly there you were
almost running over me

never slowing down
instead you picked up speed
having every intention
to knock me off my feet

Now I’m embarrassed
So, you rescue my wounded pride
After accepting a lift from you
I can feel the way you drive

Fast and furious
the pedal to the floor
you will take us places
I’ve never been before

On the seat next to you
I’m watching the road ahead
But you have your own designs
For where we’ll end up next

For now I’m just your rider
On our road trip into sin
Where we’ll find excitement
While throwing caution to the wind

Having sensed our connection
Long before you made your play
You waited ‘til the time was right
To show me another way

All journey’s have beginnings
And they eventually have an end
But somewhere in the middle
We’ll become more than friends

© Athena Rose 11/30/12

Clever. Perhaps dangerous!!

But sweet.

...Enjoyed...

Thank you for your perception, Sinner.. what would life really be without road hazards to keep us from falling asleep at the wheel...

As always, Ainjel.. I appreciate you..